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In Love of My Job

In need of more than two hands, the world is complex enjoying your own steering is less multiplex a perfect place for the mind to never get ill is a location where hobby pays the bills when hard work is sweet, longer is the route to old age and no need for stress to sell a bandage pushing daily, effortlessly is labour’s purity success may crawl but will come certainly even when struck by a silly season fulfillment is still fully bounded in a liaison.

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